I swallowed.Put my hand in her candy jar?I could feel heat start to creep up my neck. "I hope you aren't implying what I think you are," I said through gritted teeth.
Josie gasped and hugged the candy jars to her chest. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Mr. Svensson," Josie said in shock. "I'm merely offering you a piece of candy. I have gummy worms and saltwater taffy. They're all organic and locally made."
"My apologies," I stammered and hightailed it back to my office. What was I thinking? That was highly inappropriate. What if she filed charges? She could sue. My company could be ruined! I looked through the glass, and I saw Josie smirk as she ate another piece of candy.
So shewasteasing me.
13
Josie
Ilaughed to myself, thinking about Mace's reaction. He had the face of a man who needed to get laid.
Josie:I think Mace wants to put his hand in my candy jar
Willow:Like your actual jar of candy or your you know
Josie:He wants the candy jar between my legs so to speak
Willow:I mean it’s not so to speak about anything. You just said he wants to finger you
Josie:Well yeah… he's a terrible boss, but he IS good looking
Willow:I thought you were trying to keep this job
Josie:I am, but I think he wants me to quit
Willow:I know Tara wants you to quit. She seriously spent 10 minutes this morning complaining about you
Josie:That woman needs a life
Willow:I think she thinks Mace is going to be her life. She gushes about him and every other sentence is something he said, did, or thinks and what a great man he is
Josie:Gag. He's not that great. He's sexy and has a face I'd like to sit on, but he's too inflexible and he is terrible at marketing
Willow:LOL! He came and did a presentation for us to introduce us to this new product. Worst. Presentation. Ever. I would think it was satire if he wasn't so serious
Josie:Got to go… speak of the devil
Tara had come into Mace's office while I was texting Willow. She was perched on Mace's desk and was so obviously flirting with him. She leaned over to touch his collar. I scowled as her glossy hair flicked in his face.
I poked one of my errant curls back into my bun. Back when I thought Anke was the answer to all my problems, she and I would go to a dry bar to have our hair blown out every week. Now I couldn't afford that luxury, so I had to make do with my natural frizzy hair. All the rain, drinking, and early mornings weren't doing it any favors.
Tara was still talking to Mace, so I resisted the urge to put my head down and sleep. My sugar high was wearing off fast, and I could feel a crash coming on. My computer pinged with a notification. I read it and smiled.
Poking my head through the doorway, I ignored Tara and addressed Mace. "Your schedule says you eat lunch right now."
"Do you want me to have something delivered?" Tara asked brightly.
"No, thank you," Mace said firmly. "I brought something."
I smirked at Tara. "I'm sure you have really important marketing director things to do. Don't you worry about Mace's lunch; I'll make sure he'swelltaken care of."
Tara shot me a dirty look as she left the office.
"I'll have everything ready for you soon," I assured Mace.
I found a tray in one of the cabinets in the breakroom. Mace's lunch was in a glass container in the fridge. I sniffed it. The square dish contained a dense, half-frozen mass of raw fish, quinoa, uncooked vegetables, and strips of dark-green seaweed. It smelled disgusting. I popped it all in the microwave for six minutes. That should do it.
